My husband is a demon! (Alastor x reader)

Chapter 52

"Mom?" I asked, sitting in the car.

"Yep! It's me. I thought I'd take a ride, wanted to see where you've been staying at" my mother smiled at me as I fastened my seatbelt

"Yep, this is it. Doubt it's going to look like this by the time I get back." I laughed nervously.

"Hey" she put her hand on my leg "don't worry, everything will be fine"

I wish I could believe that. Even if the hotel is fine, Alastor and I aren't. I realized I was being a little petty, maybe even a little toxic using the whole "we will discuss our marriage when I get back"

I kinda knew what I was doing. With Alastor, I have to be dramatic for him to listen. It's an irritating thing but I've learned to deal with it.

We had officially left pride, enjoying some small talk with each other. I never got the chance to know that my mom and I have a lot in common.

"Yes! I've explained millions of times that I can't stand the smell of vanilla. It makes my teeth hurt" I laughed as we stepped out the car.

My parents lived in wrath, it's a dusty looking place. I'm assuming a lot of farms are here. Would make sense to me.

My parents lived in a little ranch house. Red and white were the main colors to the place. I'd have to admit, it's super cute.

"I apologize for the heat here, it's not normally like this. Give it a few hours and you're going to need a jacket" my mom grabbed my bag from the car.

We both walked inside. I was shocked to the inside was completely different. I expected it to look like the buildings of pride where the outside matches in but that's not the case.

It almost kind of looked like heaven again, in its own way.

My parents home was in white, blue, and gold pastels. It's was extremely clean and almost looked too good to be lived in.

"Your father doesn't necessarily agree with the decorations in here but hey, I could use a little heaven from time to time"

"Understandable"

"Let me show you to your room" Marianne walked me to a little guest room. It was simple, same color scheme. The bed even looked like it belonged in heaven. Turns out my parents had long ago created this home before getting sent to hell officially. They essentially brought all their stuff from heaven to earth then to hell. Surprised they never got caught.

"The bathroom is across the hall. I was going to start making dinner, your father is going to be home in about an hour"

I nodded and she left me alone in the room.

I couldn't help but think about how much I missed that hotel. You could say I had a little separation anxiety. Or maybe I was afraid of what would happen tomorrow.

Will Alastor be okay? I know I'm pissed at him but his safety is a priority to me. Hopefully my body will warn me if something is wrong.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

"Hey tatortot!" My dad greeted me with a grin.

I remembered that nickname. I might've been only 3 but I was always obsessed with any form of potato. Mostly Tatortots. They are just bite sized hashbrowns. It's a genius idea. No one can tell me otherwise.

"Hey dad." I smiled

"Moms got dinner almost plated, you look like you've been staring off into space"

Wow, I must have. It's really been almost an hour. That's crazy.

"Yeah just taking it all in. Nothing to worry about" I climbed out of bed and into the kitchen.

We all sat together. The feeling was relatively surreal. I mean I hadn't seen my parents since I was a child. Now they are in front of me.

I won't lie and say that I was completely happy. I wasn't. I was pissed that they left me in heaven alone. Yet I felt bad for being pissed cause you can't help being sent to hell. At the same time, they knew I was working in hell. They could've visited. Maybe they were afraid I would see them differently. Now they probably don't feel that way since I'm married to an overlord and in hell with them.

After about twenty minutes of common small talk, the one question I didn't want asked got asked

"So how's Alastor doing sweetie" my mother smiled.

"Oh um. I guess good"

"Spill it" my father looked at me

I explained the situation to them regarding him making a deal with Charlie and how we fought. They also looked shocked because with my dad reading his soul like a boook and my mother getting a sense of his person, they didn't really expect him to manipulate the Princess of hell for nefarious purposes.

"Hmm" my father thought for a moment "do you think maybe the reason why he made a deal with Charlie is to get out of his contract? I know that half his soul is owned by someone. Maybe he hopes Charlie will help him out of it"

I guess I never thought of it that way.

"Yeah but the way Charlie is, he could just ask her" I brought up

"Has she ever gotten anyone out of a contract before?" My mother asked.

"Not to my knowledge"

"Maybe he just wanted to ensure that she would at least try. I doubt he would really do it for negative reasons if he didn't take her soul and even mentioned that he wouldn't hurt anyone"

"I never said that when he made the deal he wouldn't hurt anyone" I glared at my dad

"Hey look, y/n, I might've done my research on the topic in his soul. Don't worry about it"

"What are you not telling me dad"

"Look, y/n, if he didn't want to talk with you about it, then that's his privacy. I understand you two are married but sometimes people want to keep certain things in private. I do believe you were a little too hard on him. Give him a chance to explain himself after all this"

Maybe my dad was right. Maybe I was a little too hard on him. I just can't shake this feeling that something is wrong about it. I know Alastor is evil. There is no doubt in my mind but he wouldn't do anything that could get him killed instantly right? I mean if he were do something that could get Charlie into trouble, surely Lucifer would kill him instantly.

It's just, something just does seem right about all of this.

"Speaking of all of this, why does King Satan want to see me?" I looked at both my parents.

I could see them both trying to scramble for an answer, which made me suspicious.

"Oh you know, just most likely some sort of protocol. I mean you are a weapon" my mother was lying. I knew she was but what were they not telling me.

"Yeah I had to do it too" my dad joined in the lie.

What the hell is actually going on here?